#notmarvelboy

"Why not?" Before Tommy could object further, Noh-Varr put one hand to his hip, sliding his arm around the slim waist to pull him in and close the gap between them. Now he was just having fun. 

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"Um, what was that for?"

                   ”Noh! What the hell are you— Noh-Varr you can’t just go around kissing people with no warning or permission!” He rubbed his mouth with the back of his hand, looking properly stunned and displeased and chastizing— or so he hoped.

——♟:: ♪ Do you believe in Rock n' Roll, Can music save your mortal soul and can you teach me how to dance real slow? ♫ ---- Don McLean on the turntable, in an abode in a Tree in the middle of Central Park, with a bucket of spicy wings from a local place by the Fifth; why isn't this a peaceful day? ~

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Kate was on a late night run. She had been running more frequently lately to clear her head of all the shit that had gone on. The only time she saw Billy was at work, and that meant that her friendship with Teddy suffered too. But she was okay with it. She'd learned a while ago that being alone wasn't always a bad thing.

She finished her run and went to the same coffee shop she'd been going to for years now. Her and Noh had come here a lot. She sat at the corner table with her coffee and closed her eyes. She blinked only to see a familiar face and she froze. 

This had to be a dream or something.

Kate let her eyes freeze in his and she reached across the table to touch his hand before he was gone again. It made her heart ache. She knew part of the reason he was dead was because of her. He wouldn't have done the stupid reckless things he did, if she hadn't basically told him to fuck off.

Noh-Varr took his seat just right beside his teammate, but unlike him, his gaze flicked past the window to run over everything else— To the room’s decor, to its staff to its customers which all seemed to be too trapped in eating that they failed to notice the white haired twenty one year old Kree that surveyed them rather rudely. “Not everything Loki says is a lie you know.” He stopped for awhile to consider his own words. “Some of them are true. He just… Twists them somehow.”

It was only then that he finally turned blue hues toward Billy. “It’s alright. Should we get our pizza now?”

—   ϟ :: Billy held his head by his arm, propped up n the table before seeking truth in the Kree's words - as if he needed reassurance that Loki was lying. He couldn't help but feel insecure and unwanted after the whole ordeal with Mother; sometimes, his thoughts linger on that moment when he'd been willing to end it all with his own life. It seemed like a pretty efficient way of making sure everyone he loved and cared for was safe. "I guess." He responded, dazed.

"Morning. Can I have the Bacon and Egg Skillet and a coffee, please-"